Deathgasm Page #4

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when life sucks,

and - and you feel alone

and empty.

You stick on some metal

and life is better, because -

because somebody else

knows the pain and -

and the rage that you're

going through, you know?

Urn, I'll - I'll -

I'll lend you a CD.

You should - you should

have a - have a listen.

Ah...

- Oh.

Ah, Anal C*nt.

- Ah, ah...

This one.

- Awesome.

Ah, these are really,

really old.

How are they not

in a museum?

- Where did you say you

got these again, dude?

- I, um...

- Found them...

- In a skip.

- I'm warning you, Brodie.

Stop that devil music now.

- Sh*t, man.

- Laters, bud.

- Dude, you choked again.

- Sorry, I, ah,

started panicking.

- You ever

had that feeling

where you can't breathe?

Like there's a crushing

weight on your chest,

and the room gets

really small

and your heart starts

beating insanely fast?

- No, never had that.

Oh, although this one time,

this chick grabbed

my nuts too hard,

and my splooge

came out red.

Brotherhood of Steel?

- Brotherhood of Steel.

- Laters.

- Whoa.

- The expression

Three A plus two B

over two.

When A equals three

and B equals four.

Anyway, three A

plus two B equals two.

Then A equals three.

B equals four.

- Hey, cuz.

- The f*** do you want?

F***.

- Get him.

- F*** off, David.

- What are you gonna do

about it, fudge packer?

Tell my dad?

He hates you, too.

F***.

- You go near my b*tch again

and I'll punch you in the

dick every morning.

- Fucktard.

- Rip Brodie's girlie

earring out.

- No.

No! No, no, no...

- Come on.

Lay into him.

- Are you stealing petrol?

- No.

I'm stealing diesel.

- Well, don't you feel guilty?

- No.

Hold that.

- You're Zakk right?

Brodie's friend?

He - do you know

where he is?

He skipped class

this afternoon.

- Brodie?

Oh yeah. He lost his dick in

a freak bandsaw accident.

Tragic.

- Okay...

Urn... Well...

Can you give him this?

Oh.

Don't read it.

- Zakk?

Where's Brodie?

- He told me to

pass on a message.

He's not interested.

He's got other sh*t

going on.

- Oh.

Well, that's sh*t.

- Yeah...

well, I thought I'd

come down and tell you.

Save up waiting all night,

freezing your tits off, eh?

- Thank you for considering

the well-being of my tits.

- You're welcome.

Here.

You're freezing.

Swig?

Helps take the

bullshit away.

- F*** it.

- His mum is a psycho...

- Are you gonna tell us

who gave you the shiner?

- Won't matter soon.

Let's just f***in' do this.

- Dude, you know

I have your back.

Tell me who they are,

I'll f*** them up.

- I'm fine.

- All right. Well, if they

give you anymore sh*t,

I know a trick, all right?

Point down at their zipper,

and say,

"Ooh gross,

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